I've been worried about what we would do if we somehow (god forbid) lost Mr. Duck. He is Andrew's absolute favorite toy in the whole world. Losing him would surely cause an epic meltdown.
Anyway, my mom showed up with a backup. I tried hiding him so Andrew wouldn't see him, but he caught me trying to shove him in a drawer and promptly pulled him out. He held him for a few seconds and then dropped him saying "I don't like it." and went off to find the real Mr. Duck.
Fast forward to this morning. Andrew spiked a fever of 102.2 last night and threw up overnight. I stripped everything out of his crib, including Mr. Duck, and threw it all in the washer. When I went into his closet to get the other mattress cover and sheet to re-make his bed he spied the new duck and asked for him. I handed him to him and he instantly said "I don't like this duck!" before dropping him and running out of the room.
The original Mr. Duck and the imposter
Hmm. I guess the clean, bright, fluffy duck just isn't the same as his ratty Mr. Duck. Maybe I need to throw him in the wash a few times to take some of the newness off of him? I would say that we could save the new duck for 2.0, but something tells me we should get the new little dude his own animal.
Andrew is currently cuddled up on the couch watching some Doc McStuffins and snuggling with his ratty old duck:
Here's hoping this bug passes quickly (not spreading to me) and that he becomes more accepting of the imposter at some point.